December 31, 2004
Another Fond Memory
When I built my house in Memphis there was a lot of construction going on in Bartlett, where I lived. I lived in a nice neighborhood, a three-wood shot to the first green of the golf course from my front yard. My builder was very good. Some builders were not so scrupulous, though.
One guy was busted for building himself a hidey-hole/crawl space over a couple's bathroom. He would let himself in with a master key, and masturbate watch through a peephole as the wife bathed, dressed, defecated, whatever. When they busted him the hidey hole was littered with food wrappers, water bottles, and jars of piss.
The name of his company was B&E Construction. I always found that humorous. And if I hear from his attorneys I will say "He was convicted, correct?"
Why I am thinking about this on New Years Eve is incomprehensible to me, but I felt like getting it off my chest before I mosy down the street for fireworks and likka.
I believe I saw this case discussed no A&E one night on one of their crime shows. Damned, that was in your neck of the woods?
Yeah, I gotta get ready for the festivities, too. Nothing like the sound of a MAC9 down the block, answered sweetly by the .44 next door as the ghetto welcomes in the new year. It's like living in fucking Fallujah, for crying out loud.
Better remember to bring in the dogs. Don't want any casualties this year.